Your Soul To Repast

Kurt Philip Behm

In reference to nothing

In search of itself

The truth burns in fury

An iceberg to melt

The legions are many

Believers so few

The stragglers all freezing

Alone in the pew

The mirror the liar

Death hiding within

The priest the deceiver

And threatens with sin

But the truth needs a champion

And sits on no throne

Lying above and beyond

What's self-righteously known

And it calls to you silent

As it calls to you loud

Do you hide in the shadows

Or answer back proud

That thing that you reference

From your prison within

And those things done in deference

Ride the wisp of the wind

And you lie as you bargain

You cheat and defame

With the truth now your jailer

And calling your name

You gave at the altar

You gave as you knew

You gave what you’d stolen

From those poorer than you

Your history now tarnished

Your legacy shot

A soul black and burnished

From all you have not

But truth has no time limit

No ticket to claim

One choice will release it

Life starting again

Your mortal life’s finite

You now must act fast

Will you ask for redemption

Your soul to repast  

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 21st, 2016 10:32
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  • rrodriguez

    It takes several reads to glean the gem in this poem. It is so mature!

  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,

    ‘But truth has no time limit
    No ticket to claim
    One choice will release it’

    So true…
    we have the power
    and the choice.

    Laura🌻



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